Cam asks. “He’s obviously comfortable in hiding,” he adds, his long legs easily matching my fastest stride as we round the corner toward our destination. “I don’t know,” I answer, without raising my eyes. I’m afraid he’ll try to stop me if he sees me preparing to fight. Even my voice sounds grim. “But I have a good idea of where to start.” I can only think of one way to stop Brothers, and that’s to turn him from the hunter into the prey. It’ll at least make it a lot harder to spend so much time breaking into my apartment if he’s watching over his shoulder all the time. But none of it will matter if I can’t discover where he’s been hiding out. “Are you sure you want to be a part of this?” I don’t stop walking, but I’m ready in case Cam does. He should turn back now. It’s the right thing—the smart thing—to do. “I’ll understand if you don’t.” Cam doesn’t respond and I shiver, afraid of what he’ll say when he does. But his warm jacket drapes back around me again and I have my answer.
